Passport Envy

When I was a little girl, I dreamed of a bedroom wall completely obscured by a giant map.

This was to be no ordinary map.

It would show not just one state nor one continent nor one suggested path. Rather it would show all the places to which I wanted to one day go. All of them. And in my mind I pictured that when I discovered some new place to add to my list, the map would magically update accordingly, even if I wasn’t in my room at the time of discovery. (There were probably sparkles involved.)